User blog comment:Llamao/Embrace of the Viper/@comment-3474228-20110622195120

"Y-yer an otter! An otter, I'm shore of it!"

Lance gets a bit concerned. "Hmm, wonder where those two young lassies could've gone. Probably should've sent Flitrunn after 'em te watch 'em. Wonder if anythin' bad 'as 'appened te them." He finds Rune. "Rune, me matey, ye've been sittin' around makin' vittles all day! Why don't ye come with me te look fer those two gobmunchin' lassies, an' get a bit o' fresh air!"

Garond feels his stomach grumble. He hasn't eaten in over a day. He limps over to a nearby soldier. "Where's the cook, wot's 'er name?" The soldier salutes. "Y'mean Rosa, sire?" "Aye, Rosa, where is she?" The soldier shrugs and points in a direction. "Most likely in the kitchens, lord..." Garond nods and walks to the kitchens. "Where's the cook?!"